5/19/14

Poem: The Judgment of England

"Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a preyWhere Wealth accumulates and Men decay."So rang of old the noble voice in vainO'er the Last Peasants wandering on the plain,Doom has reversed the riddle and the rhyme,While sinks the commerce reared upon that crime,The thriftless towns litter with lives undone,To whom our madness left no joy but one;And irony that glares like Judgment DaySees Men accumulate and Wealth decay.